"Then I'd suggest you get to work," he said, sipping his drink as he sat down at a blackjack table.

Kilgrave's attention largely moves away from Liz for the next few hours, but he continues to wave her down for drink refills and to occasionally feel her up. She notices his collection of 'winnings' continue to grow throughout the night. If he's doing something shady (which she will likely correctly assume he is) he isn't doing it blatantly enough to notice without sitting down and watching him.

Three hours later, Kilgrave is rather tipsy and there's a handful of people scattered throughout the bar pretty peeved at the purple man for cleaning them out. He waves her down again, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her ear to her mouth.

"Have your cocktails gotten you a lot of tips tonight, Liz?"